When I was one I lost my blankie,
And couldn't sleep a wink...

Some people live to fight
And some live to walk away...

Patrick is like peanut butter.
He's strong and really nice...

I remember when we used to play kickball
And when we would go to the beach...

It's clearly not a poem. It's a speech for my...
It's still hard to believe that just like that...

There is this one guy,
Who loves me a lot...

It takes a lot
To touch a heart...

Some friends stab you in the back,
And others heal the cut...

You look at her bald head,
And laugh...

He put on make up
And danced around...

My mommy is a teacher
Who works with kids that have a special need...

Why is it every time you visit
Someone ends up in tears...